Chapter 4: "I wanna break every clock, the hands of time could never move again."

-Inevitable by Anberlin

After getting my fill of drug tinged blood, I wiped my mouth and put my t-shirt back on and met Peter out in front of the factory. My true stomach growled insatiably. When I was changed, it was like I grew a second stomach. One for blood, the other for food.

"You get some good eatin'?" He asked me with a sweet smile. I nodded happily, re-plaiting my braid. "Where to now?" He put an arm around my shoulder as we walked down the well worn path to the factory.

"So, where to next?"

"Can we go back to the house? I want to change out of these nasty ass clothes. Run. Please?" I outstretched my arms and he flung me onto his back. These kind of vampires are the brawn to our brain; they're still very smart and had amazing recall, but we have the logic, imagination and strategic mindset that they didn't. Honestly, I could be considered the smartest person in the world. All this useless shit floating around up there. The landscape flew past us like we were the ones standing still and it was moving.

My house came into view and I could hear that Alice and Jasper were done. Eww, gross. I don't know what's worse, listening to them fuck or hearing the sweet talk afterword. "Emo Boy, you better have your dick back in your pants by the time I walk in here." I heard some giggling, a crack and some harsh whispers.

I opened the front door and there I saw Jasper standing there, covering his meat sword with his hands. Alice was beside him, fully clothed and laughing her little pixie ass off. "Aliiiiiiice!" I whined, dragging her name out like a petulant child throwing a hissy fit. "Make him put it away."

"Bells, I would if I could. She fuckin' shredded my clothes!" How a vampire could forget that he was shielding his one-eyed willie from someone that could be traumatized by it, I'll never know. But he went to shrug and I was so lucky Peter was behind me to cover my eyes as fast as possible.

"Jasper Lee Whitlock! I swear to god I will make you wish you were never born if you don't cover that up right now!" I heard Peter laughing behind me. I was very close to elbowing him in the gut and he said, "Isabella Marie Alistair, if you elbow me I will remove my hands and let your poor eyes be burned from the sight." Damn, must've said it out loud.

"Sorry, Peter. Please don't let me see that. Jasper, you're lucky that I jacked some of Edward's clothes. They're in the trunk on the left." There was some rustling and a loud laugh. Peter removed his hands and I looked up. Edward's flannel pants were a good four inches too short. I almost couldn't stand because my laughter shook my body too much.

"Okay, I'm going to go change and I'll be right back." I practically skipped away, still giggling. I pulled out my favorite Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles t-shirt that I picked up in the eighties when the cartoon came out and a pair of torn jeans along with my worn out converse, which have been surprisingly sturdy since I bought them in the summer of 1949. I don't wear them all that much anymore, but they're still one of my favorite pairs of shoes. They're the original black and white high tops. I mostly wear my new ones, knowing that they can take a little bit more than the ones I'm putting on right now.

I have all these cool little things that I've picked up at one time or another that would be worth a fortune now if I was to take them to an auction. Just another representation of me. Of the crappy, yet fruitful life I've created for myself.

Before I closed the trunk with my stuff in it, I grabbed a t-shirt out and some basketball shorts for Jasper that I knew would fit him, finding my merciful side for today. I went back out to the other room and threw the bundle of clothes at Jazz who smiled thankfully.

"Now, I know that there's not a chance in hell that Alice won't want to go shopping, but I only packed like six outfits of clothes that I couldn't live without, soooo I'm going to the mall. Anybody coming with?"

"You know I'm going with you." Peter grinned boyishly.

"Go ahead. Alice and I are going to run the perimeter, to get a feel for the land. Shit, I missed this place. Are our names still carved in the tree out back?" Jasper breathed in the familiar scents of the house that we both basically grew up in.

"I don't know. I didn't think to check. We can go out and look." Jasper was outside before I could blink. That was always pissed me off with those vamps. Grumbling under my breath, I followed him outside to where the big oak was standing. He scaled the tree and grinned at about seven feet up. "Holy fuck, it's still there." At that, I jumped onto the tree, too and climbed up to where he was. There were our names, representing when Jasper and I went out and dug up the sapling and re-planted it in the back yard. I smiled, rubbing my fingers over the barely-there letters with a stupid smile on my face and tears welling in my eyes.

Jazz leaped off the tree, taking me with him. "Dammit, help me up." Jasper grabbed my arm and yanked me up so hard that my feet came up about two feet off the ground. Once I voiced my annoyance at the show of strength, he pulled me into a hug. "Love you, Bells." I wriggled around in his iron grip before getting slightly comfortable and hugging him back. "Love you, too, Jazzy." He rested his chin atop my head. Jasper was always like another big brother to me and he's honestly one of the only people that I would talk to about anything.

"Bells, are you comin' or not?" Peter yelled from the house. I gave a hiss and hugged Jasper tighter. He chuckled as I shouted back.

"Don't get your panties in a fuckin' twist, Petey. I'll be there in a minute." Jazz pressed a kiss to my forehead before turning me loose. "Be good, Emo Boy. I do not want a repeat of today." All he did as a response was a cheeky grin and an innocent shrug of the shoulders.

Tripping on one of the steps, I made my way in the back door of the house. Alice's tinkling laugh alerted me that they knew of my clumsiness. "Fuck you, pixie." I gave her a playful glare. "Just for that, I'm not bringing you anything. Ha."

She stuck her tongue out at me and as I walked beside her, I gave a side swipe of my leg, making her fall on her ass. The way our strengths compared to each other was like an average guy being the Vinicio and a wimpy girl being the Vampira. The skinny girl could get a few good hits in, but about 8 out of 10 times, the guy is gonna win. I just managed to catch the tiny vamp off guard.

"C'mon, Pete. Now we can go." He slung an arm over my shoulder as we left the house. I had my credit card and about thirty one hundred dollar bills in my back pocket and I was planning on seriously shopping. I could live here for about six or seven years before people started getting suspicious about me. I'd probably change my name again and start working my way up in the ranks of the movie industry after I couldn't live here anymore.

"Where to, Bells?" Peter asked as I pulled myself into his 2010 Dodge Ram. "Wherever the best mall is. I can get something to eat there." My stomach growled again, voicing it's impatience. "Is that thing gonna break out and eat me?" Peter laughed and I stared back at him with a smirk. "No, it's going to eat itself, creating the hell in a cell match of a lifetime in my stomach cavity. But thank you for your concern."

"Just checking. We should be there in about ten minutes or so. If your insides aren't shredded by your killer stomach."

"You're a dirty bus driver, you know that?" I grinned, knowing he wouldn't know what that was. "The last time I checked, my ass has yet to be christened, thank you very much." He smirked at me. "Oh, do tell...when was the last time you checked?"

"Okay, I've never checked, you smartass. But you can't bullshit a bullshitter for long, sweets." He patted my head lovingly, like I was his pet.

A cute 'grr' sound erupted from my chest as I snapped at his hand that sat atop my head. "Aww...how cute...like a puppy." My eyes narrowed as we pulled up to a restaurant. "Chinese okay, darlin'?" He asked. Another grumble from my belly showed its approval.

"I'll take that as a yes." He chuckled before walking at a human pace around the truck and helping me down.

After a very filling meal, we went to the mall...new clothes! Yay! I'm honestly excited as hell to actually go out and buy up a bunch of shit.

Entering my favorite store in the mall, Spencer's Gifts, I immediately snatched a one pieced footie pajamas that had Cartman from South Park all over them, screaming "Respect My Authority!" I laughed and looked at Peter, "Sexy?"

"Totally...but this...this is you," He held up a t-shirt that said "Talk Shit Get Hit." and a pair of brass knuckles. "Get it...and you really sounded gay." I ended up getting a lot of room decorating shit for the house that included a beer pong set and a new bong for myself.

"Where to next, babe?"

"Hot Topic is one of my favorites."

"Then Hot Topic it is."

In the store, I was absolutely smitten with the cute little baby clothes. I've always wanted kids, but never could have them with my living situations...but now that I have a place to live... No! Stop that train of thought, Bella...you've thought about it before, and just get it out of your mind. Our species of vampires can have kids. I get my womanly curse every month...even though it suck balls, it gives me options.

Peter eyed me strangely, but shrugged it off and we went separately to look for different shit. I bought some new plugs, a pair that had Gir from Invader Zim on them and a few new facial rings. A long time ago, I took a werewolf's tooth and pierced my eyebrow, tongue, and nose, you can't see them, but they'll never close up.

I loaded my arms with rock t-shirts and jewelry. Peter called my name across the empty store. I went to him and nearly dropped everything I was holding. His shaggy red hair was tousled and he wore a pair of ass gripping skinny jeans with chains on them and some converse along with an unbuttoned plaid shirt. He looked like Sex and Yummy fucked and had a baby, that also bumped uglies with Holy Shit and produced the mass of hotness that was Peter right now.

"Are you fucking trying to kill me?"

"Figured it was time for me to do something new." Those words held more than he could really imagine.